Just Compensation

“If you're going to do it, hurry….”

Not in his usual boisterous, spirited voice.

A voice full of moisture, timidly begging as though embarrassed.

At Ren's voice, so utterly different from what he knew,

Huey pretended to look out the window, his hands behind his back to hide the cold sweat pouring from his palms,

stealing glances at Ren, who lay on the bed with her face covered by her wings.

“…Gulp.”

Tense lest Ren hear him, he quietly swallowed.

He had realized long ago that Ren's claim that the egg would not come out was a lie.

That was because whenever Ren lied or hid something, her antenna-like hair drooped...